Sunday, 13 August 2017

I want to write poems in fountain pen ink,-Hazy purple, on yellowed pages,On the back of a novel, unopened for ages.But I can't make a mark,On this blue screen of computer bark.I want to buy a guitar from that old pawn shop,In the old part of town, with a tea stained table top.They tell me at the store,"Gone are the blues and bebop!"So I buy myself today's harp-the latest laptop.I used to buy Rubik's cubes from an old Parsi shop in Bombay,But the mall there now sells cubes with fifty four pieces of gray.So I try to meet the changing times halfway,And buy my food in predigested sachets!To eat out is in, cooking with calories is a sin!To kill language to save a few seconds is #hip,But you better spend hours to find the filter to hide that melanin.Like the cubes, all is gray in this township.Sitting in this colour blind sink,I want to write poems in fountain pen ink,-Hazy purple , on yellowed pages,On the back of a novel, unread for ages.